No, wait, that would be me. For some asinine reason I have been requiring more sleep lately. Perhaps the medication I have been taking to stabilize my sleep is working. I must admit, it's been quite lovely being able to sleep for a full 5 hours without waking up and not having cataplexy attacks during the day. When I used to wake multiple times a night there was no helping anyone around me. I tend to attack the closest living person if my sleep is disturbed.
I have gone off topic from what I wanted to write about tonight. Well, not too far off topic because I wanted to ask people about their falling to sleep habits. What keeps you awake at night if you're one of those people who can't sleep? Or what do you think about to lull yourself to sleep?
For me, if I am having trouble falling asleep it is because I have started thinking in numbers. It sounds strange, I know. But my mind is fueled by numbers. I can spend hours translating sentences into a numerical code and whittle it down to one perfect little digit. For example, I'll translate sentences like:
"Remember kids, that rabid squirrel and your twins sock drawer are a perfect match."
Every letter is assigned a number based on where it is in the alphabet. So "remember" would be 18... 5... 13... 5... 13... 2... 5... 18. Then I add those together to get 61. Then add 6 to 1 and "remember" equals 7. If you do that for the whole sentence it equals 3.
The final number determines the number of tries I have to alter the sentence to get it to equal 1. You can see how this game can be a sleeping distraction.
On the nights that I am fully able to sleep and not plagued with number flowing through my head, I image an elaborate Hall Of Terrors I have dreamed of developing. Room one is pit filled with venomous snakes. Room two has a giant robot bear that I call Bailey. He approaches whomever I put in the chamber in a non threatening, Teddy Bear way and in a happy voice says "will you be my best friend in the whole world"? Then a 9 inch drill bit bursts out of his left paw and 3 inch blades burst out of his right where claws would be. If Bailey were a real bear. One quick swing and the bit begins to whirring in a menacing, your-skull-is-toast kind of way.
But enough about my sleep routine. I'm sure that nobody wants me to continue the tour of the Hall Of Torture. (Yes, I call it both.) What I am curious about is what other people think of when they go to sleep. So, what is it?
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